Alone

Well I was lying, thinking, last night,

How to find my soul a home

Where water is not thirsty,

and bread loaf is not stone

Well, I came up with one thing,

and I don't believe that I'm wrong:

 

Alone, all alone,

Nobody can make it out here alone

Nobody can make it out here alone

 

Well, there are some millionaires

With money they can't use,

Their wives run around like banshees,

And their children, they're singing the blues

They've got expensive doctors

To cure they're hearts of stone,

But nobody, no nobody, can make it alone

 

Alone, all alone,

Nobody can make it out here alone

Nobody can make it out here alone

 

Now if you listen closely, I'll tell you what I know,

Storm clouds are gathering,the wind is gonna blow.

The race of man is suffering, and I can hear the moan,

But nobody, no nobody, can make it alone.

 

Alone, all alone,

Nobody can make it out here alone

Nobody can make it out here alone

What I took from this poem is that we as a society need to live as a whole, rather than separated by class, color, ect. We can have the most money, and a perfect family, but at the end of the day, we are not anyone if we are not one aspect of a whole. "The race of men is suffering" alludes to the fact that despite any differences between two people, we are all intertwined and without each other, we are no one. 

Literary Devices: 

1. Bibliomancy: "Where water is not thirsty, and bread loaf is not stone"

2. Simile: "Their wives run around like banshees"

3. Repetition: "Alone, all alone"